F and V chapter 3
Chapter 3: Peacefully Helping the Mercs.
The night was far from easy for the ponies. None of them felt comfortable, none of them felt at home and every single of them were on edge. Why? Well, they all had their own different reasons. But, they all shared one: The violent nature of this world was giving them ill and nervous feelings.
And, out of the entire group, Rarity had the most trouble adjusting the new environment. In this deserted wasteland filled with nothing but the promise of war and slaughter, the comfort of home was nowhere to be seen. More troubling yet, fashion didn't seem at all a part of this world. This very reason made her rest her head uncomfortably, the horrible thought of it keeping her up long enough to have her drift off to sleep last.
When she woke up, a giant, ominous shadow loomed over her, scaring her instantly as she jerked her head up towards the source of her fear. Luckily, it wasn't a figure that was too unfamiliar, a shape belonging to one of the men she had met earlier. Just the blissfully and, mostly, harmless Heavy, as she assumed. "Oh, it's just Mr. Heavy," she thought as she blinked, trying to catch a better image of the man in front of her. The sunlight was blinding, illuminating the darkness at such a quick pace that it was hard for her eyes to adjust to. But, after a few seconds rolled on by, the colors and figure itself was becomingly increasingly clearer. When her eyes finally fully focused, the familiar, dusty, faint color of red wasn't what greeted her, the same color that the men of RED team was accustomed to wearing. No. Instead, a shade of blue was what was in front of her. "Do you only have different colored versions of that outfit?" Rarity asked in a dumbfounded manner, shaking the lingering feelings of grogginess off of her.
The blue heavy didn't respond but, much to the young pony's astonishment, began spinning his minigun. "Is Spy!" He boomed, eyes wide with shock. "What are you up to looking like that?!"
Rarity jumped back immediately. Unfortunately, she hit the back of a wall and, in that moment, she realized that she was absolutely cornered. She shut her eyes tight, fearing for the worst to come as she heard the click of the mini gun continue in its characteristically frightful sound...
Suddenly, a loud crashing sound filled the room, and Rarity hesitantly opened her eyes to investigate the noise. The enemy heavy had dropped his minigun, hand reaching to his back in stunned horror. When his hand was brought back to his eye's view, Rarity's as well, the color of red, crimson red, stained his fingers. Not so surprisingly, the man fell over to reveal a masked man behind him, knife held in front with blood dripping off the blade.
Rarity was stunned after witnessing the clean, quick execution. "D-did you just kill your friend?" The pony asked in a baffled manner, body still pressed up against the corner of the wall.
The Spy let out a small laugh, eyes darting quickly to her. "Did you forget what we told you yesterday?" He asked, quite obviously too amused by the question. Rarity flinched. "We had told you that there would be people here. They will look similar to us, oui, but we had also mentioned that they would be wearing blue." Spy backed up to avoid the streaming red come from the Heavy, the blood making its way over to his shoes. He wouldn't want to get his shoes dirty. "They hadn't met you and, to them, you just looked like something else on the battlefield worth shooting."
"But you still killed him."
"Ah, why yes, I did. But, do not fret. He'll be back in a few minutes, I assure you."
As the Spy said these words, something that sounded much more factual than comforting to Rarity, Scout had made his way out of their own respawn room, running at a lightning fast speed. When his eyes landed on his Spy comrade, the young Bostonian opened his mouth to speak. "Yo, Spy, they got four sentries up in their courtyard! Heavy and the doc only managed to take two of 'em down and the third got beat up pretty bad!" The Spy could be seen sighing before he signaled the Scout to join the two, something he was happy to do.
"I need you to explain miss rarity something," the Frenchman said, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he eyed the young man.
"No time," Scout replied quickly, though, rather curiously. "We need to hurry and take those things down! They already blew me and Soldier to bits, so, quit your talkin' and let's get workin'!" The younger of the two ran out of the conversation, sprinting off quickly enough to fade into the distance in just a few mere seconds.
Rarity stood there, a look of confusion painted on her face. "You mean to say he died too?"
The Spy curtly nodded in response to her question. "You see, we come back in that room over there," he started, pointing at the direction where the Scout had exited just moments before. "It happens when we are shot, burned...I'm sure you understand. We go there when we die." Rarity was even more confused, but before she had the chance to ask another question, the Spy cut her off. "It's best to understand that we cannot die. The same thing goes for our enemies." The man took his cigarette out from between his lips, a wisp of smoke trailing it. "Anyway, I believe it would be in your best interest join your friends. I promised the purple one I'd look after you until you woke up." Rarity wordlessly thanked him for his care, but the Spy continued. "Take the spiral staircase and follow the signs that read 'Intelligence'. They'll be there with the Engineer."
"Intelligence, huh?" Rarity started, eyes crossed as she looked up at him. "Isn't that supposed to be something important? Why would you have signs telling people where you keep it?"
"Administrators desire, I believe. Now, enough with the small talk. Get going before another one of the blues get here," Spy ordered, sick with the promise of talk already.
Rarity nodded and obeyed his order, making her way to the staircase before sprinting down.
In the hallway just outside the Intel room, Applejack had just picked up a box of ammo and before throwing it into the backpack she bought before they had the misfortune of crashing in this new, bizarre environment. Rarity was surprised when she saw her, but not at all displeased.
"Applejack?"
Applejack nearly bolted from the sound, fear creeping up on her. But, after registering the voice, she realized that it was friendly and familiar, turning around to see Rarity walking closer to her. "Oh! It's just you Rarity," she said, relieved at the sight of the pony. "So you finally woke up, huh?"
"Yeah," the other pony replied, though not in a very enthusiastic fashion. "But the wake-up was pretty rude. A Heavy dressed in blue found and nearly killed me! Not the best thing to say good morning to."
"You haven't seen anything yet, girl," Applejack answered, shaking her head. "You should see what the Spy can do and what Mr. Engineer can build."
Rarity picked her head up, looking directly at her companion. "Yeah...weren't you and the others supposed to be with him?"
Applejack simply nodded. "Oh, well, he asked if I could go get some metal for him 'cuz he doesn't like to leave his machines behind. Pinkie wanted him to make the teleporters go faster, so that's what we're working on at the moment."
The purpled maned pony gave her a questionable look. "Um, excuse me?"
"Oh, just follow me and see for yourself."
When the two entered the intel room, they spotted the red Engineer working hard to set up his devices, wrenching banging away at the metal. Rarity traveled further, eyes scanning her surroundings when they fell on a new frightening looking machine occupying itself in the very center of the room. Pinkie Pie was running in a haphazard fashion from one side of the room to the other where Engineer had set up his teleporters.
"Got the metal you asked for," Applejack announced as he made her way to the man.
Engineer nodded, turning his attention to the pony with a small smile. "Thank you, miss," he said before grabbing the supply from off of her back. With the last of the metal needed, he started to work the last pieces into his dispenser, humming a small tune to himself as he done so. The dispenser responded with a very positive note, metal clinking in an organized fashion as the sound of improvement filled the room. The Engineer was very pleased with the results. "Alrighty then! I can upgrade them teleporters now."
"Finally!" Pinkie yelled immediately, enthusiasm rich in her voice. She had just teleported to the other side of the room, sprinkles of red dancing off of her as she exited the platform. "Now I can go a lot faster!" And, with that, she ran back to continue her fun, teleporting once more to the other end. Engineer shook his head, amused at the sight of such an easily pleased pony, smashing his wrench down to the teleporters. Soon, Pinkie could appear and reappear endlessly, much to her satisfaction.
Applejack sighed, seeing the energetic pony dash to and from one end of the room to the other. "Why do I have the feeling she could do this back home somehow?" She muttered as she placed herself next to the dispenser.
Rainbow Dash, who had been sitting uncharacteristically silent and still in one of the corners of the room, scoffed. She had finally got her fair share of boredom with the lack of exciting events appearing before her. Quickly, she bolted up from her seat, looking over at the other ponies and Engineer. "Screw this! I'm going outside to see the action!" Her wings opened up, levitating herself off the ground with a spark of fire in her eyes. It was clear she was looking for some violence and fun, and the promise of the battle being waged outside could help her with her search. In less than a fraction of a second, Rainbow Dash cut through the room, wings slicing the air to create a sharp sound before exiting the building.
"Dash! Wait!" Called out a voice from another one of the ponies, this one coming from Fluttershy. Her eyes watched the blue pony further the distance between them, her speed exhilarating at an alarming rate.
"Dash! Fluttershy!" Twilight yelled instantly, jumping out into focus. "We're supposed to stay here!" Her voice carried authority, but the two adventure-searching ponies failed to heed her words. The pony hung her head low, muttering some inaudible words to herself before turning to face the Engineer. "I'm so sorry, sir. Would you mind if I went out to get them back?"
Engineer nodded at her, grinning. "Of course! No problem at all, ma'am."
Twilight thanked him for his permission before going off after the two.
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Fluttershy continued to fly, eyes scanning the open sky in front of her to see where Rainbow Dash had been. Unfortunately, she lost sight of her friend once they crossed into the blue base and was having no sort of luck finding her. Lost and confused, she scaled the skies fruitlessly, wings batting to show the extent of her fatigue. Soon enough, the pony landed near a flight of stairs to catch her breath, mumbling quietly to herself about her disappointment in not finding Rainbow Dash. In the midst of her sorrow, a small chirp could be heard from behind her, causing the pony to snap out of her trance and focus onto her surroundings once more. A dove was looking up at her with black, beady eyes, chirping again at the sight of the pony. Intrigued, Fluttershy approached the bird, tilting her to the side as the dove followed her example. "Aw...hey little guy," she whispered quietly as she continued to close in on the little bird.
But, before she got within reaching distance, the dove quickly flew into the sky, squeaking wildly as it soared higher and higher. Fluttershy's eyes follow the creature before she turned around, her face brushing against some blue fabric, much to her concern. In that moment, the warnings from the red team members flashed in her head, playing like a tape recorder. Fluttershy's mood sank even lower, concern quickly replacing the feeling of intrigue she had upon seeing the dove just seconds before.
The enemy soldier looked down at her, a small glint making itself barely visible from under his helmet. Without hesitation, the man began to pull out his shovel when, suddenly, he was hit repeatedly by what looked to be syringes. He grunted upon each impact, his patience beginning to wear thin as he made a quick stride to jump to the left, a desperate attempt to get out of the view of his enemy.
"Did that sting?" A thick German accent shouted from behind him, amusement in his voice. "Sorry!" The red Medic stood under the overpass, holding the very syringe gun that continued to pour its syringes into the soldier, a grin plastered on his features. Fluttershy shook in fear, jumping over to the Medic's side, though trying to be careful not to get too close to her 'comrade'. "As my big friend would say: 'Pick on someone your own size'," the man said as the pony took residence beside him.
The blue Soldier grunted at the sight of the man, screaming as he came charging at the Medic with his shovel. The doctor skillfully moved to the side, the soldier missing his mark completely, a small snicker coming from Medic at the sight of the poorly executed swing. Pulling his saw out, the man was more than prepared to take on a terribly wounded Soldier. "I'm going right to saw through your bones," he said in an ominous tone before he thrusted the dangerously sharpened weapon forward, planting the tip of his ubersaw to the man's torso before slowly letting it dig deeper into the torso of the blue Soldier. The Medic's enemy let out a low growl, hands going up to reach at the bloody, painful wound, the saw still cutting deeper and deeper into his chest.
Then, with a sharp flick, the Medic retracted it. A sharp cry escaped the Soldier's throat, blood dripping off doctor's saw as the corpse of the blue team member rolled down the stair case, a streak of blood following in its wake.
Satisfied with his kill, the Medic returned his saw back to his holster, fixing his glasses and gloves before turning back to meet a pale, shaking Fluttershy. Fluttershy nearly screeched when the man pulled his medigun out, its barrel aimed directly at her. She wanted to bolt as fast as she could, but before she even had the moment to break out in that desperately needed sprint, the first of the beam hit her. She winced, expecting a burning sensation to creep up her spine but, to her surprise, the very opposite happened, and, soon, she was filled with energy. Her exhaustion finally left her. Fluttershy widened her eyes, feeling wide awake before looking at the Medic with confused eyes.
"You found Archimedes, I see." the Medic said. Fluttershy didn't flinch this time, knowing that the doctor was here to help her rather than hurt her, accepting the fact that the gun was pointed directly at her.
"Archimedes...?" The Pony said a little confused as a stream of red made its way over to her, an aura leaving her more rejuvenated than last. She smiled a little at the extra helping of healage she received.
At that moment, the small, snow white dove flew back down, staying in front of the pony with eyes concentrated on her. "Oh! So, that was your dove?"
"Yes," the Medic began, eyes scanning the area around the two to make sure they were safe. "He seems to follow me back here a lot as of late. But, that's a thing for a later time." Fluttershy noticed a change in tone, hearing it become much more serious, a hint of anger tinting his words. "Didn't we say it was dangerous out here?"
Fluttershy averted her eyes, her reply jumbling in her head. "I-I tried to get Rainbow Dash back to the base! She flew out in front of me, but I lost sight of her." Suddenly, she felt the Medic strap something to her side in a coarse, harsh fashion.
"Well, the others are a bit busy fighting," Medic said as he finished with his objective, straightening himself back out to focus on his surroundings more so than the pony. "So, as such, you're going to help me get back to the base."
Fluttershy nearly swept the doctor off his feet from her sudden jolt. "What?! But I can't hurt anyone!"
"You don't need to," the man said, regaining his balance as he walked off the staircase, the pony following closely. "You'll be healing me instead." Medic turned on the medigun then and went to strap it carefully on Fluttershy's side. He pushed the lever forward and instructed Fluttershy to keep the lever that way until they got back in the base, an order the pony was more than happy to oblige to.
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In the blue hallway just outside of the intel room, Scout was busy toying with the sentries, laughing and hooting the whole way through. He had, just earlier, downed an entire can of Bonk, leaving his body impervious to the bullets whizzing their way past him. Being so quick and light on his feet, not a single projectile met its objective. Feeling the effects of Bonk beginning to wear off, the Scout made a smart move and jumped back out of the sight of the sentry guns, panting in satisfaction.
"Wow!" A voice called, gaining the young man's attention. It was Rainbow Dash, smiling as she noticed how unharmed the Scout was. "That was kinda cool! Not a single one got you..."
The Boston runner thanked her but turned the conversation down another road. "Er, weren't you supposed to stay in our intel room?"
"I got bored," Rainbow Dash admitted, though she surely didn't sound ashamed to say it.
"I…got nothing for that," the young man replied much to Dash's pleasure. "That is a good excuse to leave a place!" And, of course he would say that. Scout's couldn't stand still for the life of them, and, in quite a few ways, Rainbow Dash and the Scout were alike.
Shrugging the fact that the pony disobeyed orders, Scout turned to look at the entrance to the intel room. He knew for sure there was bound to be even heavier defenses and, personally, he wasn't a fan of getting caught in heavy crossfire.
"Can't you go in and destroy everything?" Rainbow Dash asked him curiously, eyes following the direction in which the Scout was looking in.
The man sighed. "Nope. That's usually the Spy's or Heavy's and Medic's job. Soldier or Demoman can do it too, you know, if they're lucky."
"So you can't destroy those things but half of your team can?" The pony nearly scoffed, shaking her head. "Gotta admit- that's lame."
"Hey!" The Scout yelled, hands on his hips with his eyes now glaring down at the little pony. "I can destroy it if it's distracted or if I'm close enough to run around it, okay? But this hallway is a deathtrap, so I ain't bettin' my money on it! Heavy just got blown to bits because he tried on his own, like a dumbass...and I ain't no dumbass."
Rainbow Dash nodded, a plan formulating in her head. "What if I distract it for you?"
The runner looked interested, nodding to himself. "Depends. Think you're fast enough?"
With a grin on her face, Dash merely replied with a "I know I am."
Scout thought about Dash's offer to help and decided to give it a try, the more time he gave it, the more it made sense. Besides, he should at least give it a shot. "Alright, so, here it is. As soon I drink my Bonk, you head down the second hallway and get close. When the sentry or, lord forbid, sentries have their sights on you, you keep their attention. And you keep their attention for as long as my Bonk affects last, alright? I'll take out the Engineer guarding his stuff, shoot the sentry to bits and take the briefcase. Okay, so, you got that?"
"Got it."
With that, the Scout took another can of the drink out, taking a generous sip of the beverage before he came into view of the sentry. Sensing the presence of the man, the large guns followed the man, unloading a hail of bullets that failed to hit its target. Seeing the man run down the hallway, Dash flew out behind him, sprinted down the second hallway and entered the intel room. The sentry detected her as a closer enemy and turned to her, much to Dash's delight - The plan was working. But, before the gun could get a clear shot on her, the pony flew around it to evade any bullets that managed to come at her direction.
Scout caught sight of the entrance to the intel room, the affects of his Bonk waning right before he took a step into the room. The enemy Engineer heard his footsteps and turned around with his pistol out, aiming the weapon to him but much too late. Quickly, the Scout unloaded two carefully placed slugs into the man's head who, in response, crashed down to the ground, bleeding profusely.
Dash flew into the room, just barely missing the perfect execution performed by the Boston Runner. "Mhm...nice shot," she commented in which the man only let out a delighted chuckle. The pony ascended higher in the room to keep the attention of the sentries focused on her, barrels completely forgetting about the Scout who was busy taking them out. After half a minute, the large guns were taken down, sparking with small flicks of fire and smoke bellowing from the rubble.
With the defense down, Scout picked up the briefcase, attaching it to his back and holstering it in place. "Alright! I got it!" He announced happily, running out of the room with the pony following closely behind. "Now, come on, let's get outta here!"
When the two reached the staircase, a small feeling of paranoia lurked up behind Rainbow Dash. "That sounds a little too easy."
"You think? They know where we are with this briefcase, so, there's the downer for you."
"And there's a simple solution for that: Stay out of reach."
"Pfft. Easy for you to say."
As they went up the stairs, Dash picked up her speed and intently rammed herself into the man's legs, having him fall backwards to land on the pony's back. Satisfied, Rainbow Dash flapped her wings harder, having the two pick up height and distance from the ground beneath them before breaking out in a sprint out into the open skies.
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Back at the red team's base, Sniper was busy performing headshots by the dozen on any stray blue team members. Quick, precise and professional - To be expected from the Australian.
Twilight came out of the base's upper exit, hooves knocking the wooden floors in a noisy fashion. Sniper noticed her immediately, though his eyes didn't stray from his scope. "You looking for your friends?" The man asked, voice laced in his Australian twange.
Twilight looked at Sniper and sighed, walking closer to the man. "Yes...have you seen them?"
"Sure did," he answered much to the pony's delight. "One of 'em spooked the heck out of the blue Sniper when they flew past 'em. Pretty sure it was the blue one, the one with the rainbow mane. The yellow one followed closely behind after I shot the sniper...and that's why you never shift your concentration, mate," Sniper continued, though the last bit was not meant for Twilight.
"Oh," she said quietly, eyes looking out from beyond the base. "I've got to get them back!"
The man waves his hand out behind him to wave the little pony off. "No need."
Sniper kept his finger lingering at the trigger, scope closing in on a Medic fighting through a crowd of blu team members. To his surprise, Fluttershy was following right beside him, the medigun pointed at the German man who successfully made it through the chaos. Taking his attention away from the scope, the Sniper ran down to see the duo himself.
Medic trudged inside, much too tired for all the fighting and running he did. He was a support class - This was not in his contract.
"Oi, Doc!" The Sniper greeted, running down the staircase with a hand kept at his hat to keep it down. "You bringing her back or is she just saving you?"
The other man took a tired breath before aiming his syringe gun at an enemy Scout, squeezing the trigger to deliver a spray of syringes into the blue team member's face. "A little bit of both."
Soon, both the medic and the pony were safe and sound in their base, their fellow Soldier catching sight of them and, taking it as a sign to resume his fighting, went out to take care of the other blues left outside.
Twilight, delighted to see Fluttershy, ran over to her. With the reunited ponies happy and discussing expressions of joy, the presence of Rainbow Dash nearly boiled the emotions further. The two of them were safe once again, so, naturally, Twilight was in the throng of happiness. Sniper quickly smiled at the two before turning around to resume his work, his sniper rifle still held tightly in his hands.
Remembering the Australian, Twilight ran and went to gain the Sniper's attention who easily stopped in his tracks to listen to the little pony.
"Yes?"
Twilight thought about what to say, thinking hard before opening her mouth to speak again."Well, I was just wondering, but why do help us so much? We're kinda just a burden to you guys after all."
The Sniper looked down at her, a look of guilt heavy on her features. He smiled a little, shaking his head. "When the administrator gets back, it might be some trouble. But, I see no reason to leave you guys helpless."
"You really don't have to-"
"You sure?"
Twilight frowned, though she was quite happy that the Australian was being very sincere and nice towards her. "I mean, I'm just surprised you want to is...what I was trying to say. You guys don't look the type."
Sniper let out a deep chuckle, taking a step on the staircase. "First impressions can be overrated. For example, I thought Soldier was a useless wackjob. But, he isn't useless." Twilight noted that he didn't excuse the 'wackjob' part, but made no effort to mention this. "I also thought Medic would rather hurt us than heal us. Well, on some occasions, He would like to, but he can set his urge to stab us aside for when we need an operation or for the enemy."
The pony shuddered, looking wide-eyed at the man. "He operates on you guys?"
"It ain't painless, but I can't complain about the results."
Just then, their Medic came out of the base, fully healed and ready for more combat. Aside from his physical state, he was also ready to deploy an ubercharge, a surge of red light radiating off oh his medigun. Heavy quickly took his place in front of the doctor, launching himself off of the roof of the building in which the Medic follow suit.
Sniper sat himself down on an empty crate, propping his sniper rifle back to where it was previously. There, he noticed a large group of blue enemies storming toward them.
The Australian grinned to himself, finger pressing gently at the trigger. "Hey, Twilight Sparkle, was it?" He called out, gaining the attention of another pony who, in response, made her way over to him. "Keep your eye on those two over there," he started, pointing at their Heavy and Medic, "and see what happens, mhm?"
Twilight didn't know what to expect, propping her chin against the open window where the Sniper was occupying himself, eyes scanning the field to see the brave duo face a large sea of blues. "That's...insane. Aren't they going to get killed?" The pony whispered quietly in astonishment as she noticed the odds of survival for the two.
But, quickly, her thoughts were changed as she saw the Medic deploy his übercharge. "They're glowing!" She cried out in disbelief as the doctor and Heavy turned a glistening color of red.
Sniper chuckled. "Yes...but, more importantly, they're invincible. A painful installment, but it provides great results."
The two continued to talk, but their attention was clearly focused on the powerful duo out on the battlefield. The Heavy and Medic proved to be of great importance as the hail of bullets cut down the enemies off the bridge, enemy bullets whizzing by and bouncing off of them.. Twilight's eyes were glued on the two until they disappeared out of view, disappearing into the BLU team's base. "Wow...," she began, still in awe at what she witnessed. "How does that work?"
"The über is a device attached to our hearts," Sniper began, leaning back into his sniper rifle to resume his sniping duties. "It was an experiment the doctor and Heavy did. Anyway...shouldn't you go talk to your friends back at the intel room?"
"Oh!" The pony replied, a little shocked that she was the only pony left on the rooftops. "Right! Uh, thanks!" Quickly, the pony turned and sprinted her way back down to the room with her friends and the Engineer.
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After the long and tiring fight, the entirety of red team came together in the courtyard. Many of them were rather sore from the combat, but they were, for the most part, pleased with their day's work.
Scout was clearly the most ecstatic, his pride and excitement radiating off of him. "That was an awesome escape!" He shouted, fists punching up towards the sky.
Rainbow Dash shared his enthusiasm, nodding with a wide grin. "Yeah! Can we do that again?!"
Sniper laughed, arms folded across his chest as he saw the two spout off their energy."Sounds like you two had fun in the blue base."
Both Scout and Rainbow Dash bellowed, announcing the lack of enthusiasm in the Sniper's voice himself. Other team members hollered, some laughing in the process. The day was rough, and this fight was more active and violent than others before them. By no means was this time to recuperate undeserved.
Far from the celebrations outside, inside the spawn room, Medic and Fluttershy were preoccupying themselves, busy operating on the Heavy who seemed to have another undetonated rocket stuck in his gut. Fluttershy was a bit squeamish at the sight, turning away constantly to avoid the messy, bloody sight.
Medic tried his best to comfort the little pony. "It's ok," he started, hands working at the wound with amazing skill. "As long as you keep the beam aimed at him, everything will be fine. It's simple."
Fluttershy shook her head, not believing such words. "B-But his belly is wide open! Shouldn't he be asleep for this?"
Medic tried his best to pull at the rocket out with as much care as he could before placing a hand on the medigun, centering it more closely with the large, open gash. "Well, yes, he should, but this way we can still talk a bit." Fluttershy felt dumbfounded by the excuse.
Heavy lifted his head up just then, eyes trying hard to examine the extent of the damage."You get rocket out yet?"
The doctor patted the other man's shoulder, shaking his head. "Not yet. It seems to be stuck behind the pancreas...mhm, quite a predicament." Heavy said nothing and, instead, gave him a confused look. Medic sighed at the large man, digging his hands once more into the wounds."It means part of your guts is holding the rocket stuck, my friend." Fluttershy went to keep the medigun aimed at the area of focus, frowning as she had done so.
When Medic gave the rocket one last, great, big pull, the foreign item ripped out from where it was held, a stream of blood streaming off the slipper steel. Not so surprisingly, the Heavy let out a great big yell, the pain rippling through his nerves. Fluttershy, seeing and hearing such pain, shut her eyes tightly for a brief moment to focus on anything other than the 'operation'.
When her emotions were collected, she pried her eyes open again and looked over at the situation. Instantly, she noticed a problem. "Medic," she started as he looked over the rocket that was just pulled out of the still whimpering Heavy, "um, you pulled a little too much along."
Medic stared at the pony for a moment before he looked over at the rocket, noticing a kidney was just hanging off the end along with some muscles or guts of sorts. "Oh! My mistake," he said, excusing himself as he tossed it back into the Heavy's open belly. Fluttershy cringed at the scene as the doctor went to check the medigun over. "Ah, that looks good. Okay, miss Shy, may you push the lever?"
The pony nodded as she registered those words, pulling down at the lever of the gun as a burst of red came darting through the barrel, enveloping the Heavy in its healing aura. The patient's wound closed up quickly, all his organs shifting in place before his skin completely covered it over. Fluttershy smiled at the results, not seeing any evidence that the Heavy was ever hurt at all.
"See...now that wasn't so bad," the Medic told the pony, smiling before a small thumping sound came from the Heavy's stomach. All three of them stood still for a second before hearing the same tapping sound and, finally, it came to Medic's head. "Archimedes!" He shouted in disapproval. "Not again!"
"Archimedes? Is he...you know, okay all the way in there?" Fluttershy asked, seeing a small bluge pop along the Heavy's flesh along with small, hollow coos.
"He's ok," the medic began, sighing in frustration, "but I have to get him out again."
As the two worked to set up their scheme of operations, cutting the Heavy open that is, Fluttershy couldn't help but to ask a single question. She turned her face to the doctor who was busy cleaning the knives and other utensils. "Well, why is he in there to begin with?"
The man shrugged. "Ach. He likes to nest inside the patient's stomach. He always sneaks in whenever my back is turned and, last time, he got stuck in Scout."
When their small chatter was done, the doctor grabbed a sharp knife and began to inch the blade against the Heavy's stomach. As soon as the cut was large enough, the dove came bursting out, blood covering its feathers but, overall, was unharmed.
"That wasn't a great idea..was it? I mean, cutting our patient open all over again?"
"No," Medic said, though with a lack of care and emotion, "but the medigun takes care of that. So, again, nothing to worry about."
After Heavy was closed up and healthy again, the group all went outside. They were going to meet up with the rest of the group, well, all expect for Fluttershy. She, instead, guided Archimedes to the water under the bridge of Teufort to clean him up.
Twilight looked up and noticed that the Medic and Heavy were coming out, but, at one point, Fluttershy steered the other way to walk down another road. She looked with interest, eyes following her fellow pony. "Where's Fluttershy going?" She asked the moment the doctor and his friend caught up with the group out at the courtyard.
"She's going to get Archimedes cleaned," Medic replied.
Scout turned his attention to the doctor, a frown on his face. "That damn bird still hangs around during your operations? Dude, that ain't professional."
Rarity felt disgusted just imagining what happened back in the operation room. "Can we not talk about that? Please?" The team nodded hesitantly at her plea, agreeing and pushing the subject aside. Rarity sighed, rather relieved that they all respected her say in things. "Anyway, where's Applejack?"
"The apple lassie and hardhat are tending to your way home," Demoman answered, surprisingly sober as his words carried with clarity. He had been cutting back on his drinking for the sake of the ponies. A drunk Demo was, after all, unhealthy to a group of ponies. His vision could have contorted the image of them.
Twilight smiled."Knowing what you all do, I didn't expect this much help. I wish I could write this down for when we get back home," she noted carefully, frowning.
Sniper caught her words and turned to fetch what she needed, rifling through a pile of paper before grabbing a pen. When he returned, the group had their attention focused on him. "Alright," the man started, inspecting the sheets of paper to make sure they were clean, "you can use these."
Twilight smiled, delighted that the Australian went out of his way to help her once again. Using her magic to make the pen float, she tried to write the thoughts that were busy floating in her head. After a few seconds, she stopped, a look of disappointment plain on her face. "Uh, this doesn't seem to write."
The Sniper chuckled, taking the pen before giving it a little click. "Alright, why don't you try now?"
The pony nearly blushed at her mistake, nodding as she tried to wave it off. "Oh, heh...m-my fault."
With the problem solved, Twilight went to write a little note for herself and the others, a note that claimed that, sometimes, the kind of people you expect to kick you when you're down were the ones that would help pick you back up.